g l o o m y

the trees stopped talking, they are lost
in the grey evening, the purple humming sunset, and
i am walking in endless circles in
the middle of the road

the houses are wavering, creeping taller
and shorter, windows like eyes, squeaking
swings where we sat, and contemplated
a reality for us to coexist in

the ground is littered with trash, half
eaten hamburgers, empty soda cups, and
busted roaches

i close my eyes and i am kissing
you, i close my eyes and it is soft and
warm and we’re drowning in an old mattress
in the basement of your parent’s house

i open my eyes and i’m still circling the
street, one dog barking, swing still
squeaking, i am engulfed beneath a giant
sky and i start to feel like i a grasshopper in
a mason jar just hoping someone will shake
the glass

 

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